BARBIE'S GRIN

The blue-eyed
blonde,
dreaming America
The Beautiful,
in miniature plastic
wholesome bliss.

UNLESS
little brother
takes the scissors to her hair,
or rides his tricycle
over her pink corvette,

just to see
his sister screaming.

She fights back,
boxing his ears:
he bites, and yells for mom.

Barbie, bald and without wheels,
grins (less wholesomely)
like a demoness
fullfiled.

She is Barbie.

she is a plastic clone.

she is forever.

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(c)1999, R. Evers